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She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my cheek. I could’ve sworn I felt her tongue for a second like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of abject joy, this wild delight. I couldn’t help but notice the light-blue edge of her panties peeking out of the low-riding jeans she wore. When did my little sister get hot? “You think you’re going to get the card this time? ” she asked as we headed down the hallway. “Only one way to find out,” I said, my dick at a full erection. I wanted to adjust myself, but I couldn’t in front of my little sister. Damn, she smelled good, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery scent. Perfume? Jane was wearing perfume and makeup? What was going on? I felt that tingle racing through me the entire way down the stairs. I couldn’t help but notice her firm, little titties jiggling in her tight top.

Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings were some wild late night parties with activities happening on three different floors of the Hyatt Regency. These parties included Friday’s Vamps wanting to masturbate so bad. I could tell Rod wanted to too, by the rubbing he was doing to his pants. I walked down the stairs, trying to stay as close to the room as I could. Almost instantly, I herd the clank of a belt hitting the hard wood floor. The noise triggered something in my mind, turning me on. I could almost feel the cum boiling in my balls. I listened closely, hearing the fapping noise in the distance. Almost as fast as it started, it was over. I herd Rod grunt 3 times, a large sigh, and the noise of him pulling his pants back up and buckling his buckle. I walked up the stairs and the smell of cum hit my nostrils. I sat down on the bed next to him, the movie still playing.

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About the only thing I could think of that I might enjoy doing would be prostitution. I could hardly remember what a whore got paid when I was buying the services. I’d heard that with legalization, health issues finally solved, and the changes in morality making the profession more socially acceptable so that women where now more than ever willing to do it, the price had gone down. But with organized crime no longer involved, the girls got to keep most of the money, taxes being much lower than a pimp’s cut. So the profession paid the girls today a better income per customer. What would I call myself? Martin could become Mary. But that sounded too goodie. I wasn’t sure what I looked like as a girl. Could I pass for Spanish? I would change my last name also. Not Hess. Maybe Hermosa? In Mexico maybe “pretty Mary” would sound presumptuous. But in an English speaking country it would sound sweet and exotic. Maria Hermosa I decided just as I suddenly realized that I was having another orgasm, and this one was turning into a whopper! This time I felt it everywhere, in my toes, my ass, my shoulders, my face, and naturally, my tits and clit. I felt myself arching, pushing my crotch up to meet his fingers, gushing my love juice up to his hand, though much of it falling back on my crotch, the insides of my thighs, and the sheet under my fanny. As I calmed down I realized I’d thrown my arms up over my head. It was the first time I’d moved them more than a few inches. Phoenix knew what they were doing using erotic stimulation to get a girl’s ticker back up to speed!

The fact that it was my own Mother somehow added to that tingle of electricity that was running up and down my spine. Here you go, Mom. Take a good look. This is me. These are the things I think about. All the time. Every day. Everything. I want to do everything with you Mom. THAT SOUNDS FUCKING AWESOME MOM. I just nodded. My heart was hammering between my ears as I watched her run a finger over the spread pack. She was right. I did know each of them back to front and back again. Gallons of spunk had been spurted over the months I had secretly smuggled each of them indoors. But there was one magazine that was my absolute favorite and as her finger passed over it a voice was yelling “THAT ONE. PICK THAT ONE, MOM!!!” in my head. Mom paused and tapped a finger against her lips as she considered her options.